Now that Henry is in big kid school, the space of time in which I have to pick him up for the day is a pretty narrow window. Once class gets out, he needs to be picked up. Period.
Yesterday I was hustling Elise into the van. "Come on, come on! We need to go get Henry! We're late!"
Elise stops and looks at me. She sighs. "We're late EVERY DAY, Mommy!"
Yeah? No one asked you. Hush up and get in your seat.
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